There’s a castle at the southern tip of Lake Garda that you can only reach on foot, across a drawbridge, over water on every side. Cars stop outside the gate. You walk in like everyone has for the last seven hundred years. The Scaligero Castle in Sirmione has stood since…
Here is a sentence I did not expect to write about a hotel in the middle of a city. They make their own wine. Not “they have a good wine list.” Not “the sommelier is very knowledgeable.” The family who owns Massimago Wine Suites also owns a working winery forty…
There are wines you drink. And then there is Barolo — the kind of wine that doesn’t accept being ignored. You don’t open it on a random Tuesday. You don’t multitask with it. If you treat it like background wine, it responds accordingly: it shuts down and makes you work…
The first time it happens, you assume it’s a mistake. You’re sitting at a restaurant somewhere in Italy. Maybe it’s a small trattoria. Maybe it’s a family-run place with handwritten menus and a waiter who somehow knows everybody in town. You ask for a bottle of wine. The waiter points…
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